The life of saint Teresa, by the author of 'Devotions before and after holy communion'.

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Macmillan and Company, 1875 - 344 strani
 

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Stran 51 - tis Love! Thou diedst for Me, I hear Thy Whisper in my Heart. The Morning breaks, the Shadows flee: Pure UNIVERSAL LOVE Thou art, To me, to All Thy Bowels move, Thy Nature, and Thy Name is LOVE.
Stran 50 - In vain thou strugglest to get free, I never will unloose my hold; Art thou the Man that died for me? The secret of thy love unfold: Wrestling, I will not let thee go Till I thy name, thy nature know.
Stran 336 - Her mild rays through thy melting heart! Angels, thy old friends, there shall greet thee, Glad at their own home now to meet thee. All thy good works which went before And waited for thee at the door Shall own thee there, and all in one Weave a constellation Of crowns, with which the King, thy spouse, Shall build up thy triumphant brows.
Stran 72 - So dear to Heaven is saintly chastity, That when a soul is found sincerely so, A thousand liveried angels lackey her, Driving far off each thing of sin and guilt...
Stran xvii - O thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of LIGHTS and FIRES; By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; By all thy lives and deaths of love; By thy large draughts of intellectual day...
Stran xvii - O, thou undaunted daughter of desires! By all thy dower of lights and fires, By all the eagle in thee, all the dove, By all thy lives and deaths of love, By thy large draughts of intellectual day, And by thy thirsts of love more large than they; By all thy...
Stran xvi - So shall she leave amongst them sown Her Lord's blood, or at least her own. Farewell then, all the World! Adieu. Teresa is no more for you. Farewell, all pleasures, sports, and joys, (Never till now esteemed toys) Farewell, whatever dear may be, Mother's arms or father's knee: Farewell house, and farewell home! She's for the Moors, and martyrdom. Sweet, not so fast...
Stran 1 - Of martyr, yet she thinks it shame Life should so long play with that breath Which spent can buy so brave a death. She never undertook to know What death with Love should have to do; 20 Nor has she e'er yet understood Why to show love she should shed blood; Yet though she cannot tell you why, She can love and she can die.
Stran 82 - My soul is athirst for God, yea, even for the living God : when shall I come to appear before the presence of God?
Stran 333 - Ne projicias me a facie tua: et Spiritum Sanctum tuum ne auferas a me.

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